Our son, Kevin, was born 35-years-ago today, but to me, hes still only 22-years-old. For some reason, Im unable to think of him being a day older than the day he left us all. Its been said that time heals all wounds. That may be true in most cases, but I can tell you that it doesnt pertain to the loss of a child. I miss him more than I could even begin to explain in an infinite number of lifetimes. I have to force myself to be happy, or at least to try and give that impression to others, and its so hard. Happiness and smiling is nothing that comes natural anymore. I awaken all hours of the night, and within one second it hits me that hes gone, and then I pray its all a bad dream, but its not. All I want to do is to go back when he was here with us, and trade places with him. I would give my life to have only had one more day with him here with me. We lost Kevin on Wills birthday, and last night at midnight, on Kevins birthday, we lost our precious little Lilly. She had been very sick for a few weeks and we couldnt make it through the night with her, so the doctor had to put her to sleep. Another sad birthday made even sadder. We love and miss you so much, Lilly. I love you so, so very much, Kevin; Ill see you in my dreams sweet baby. Please, please come to see me often.
Posted on: Sun, 18 Jan 2015 23:56:52 +0000
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